The Olympians have ruled for centuries. But before them? There were others-gods older than history, buried in time, sealed away, and forgotten.
Now, they're waking up. And they are furious.
He never cared about myths. He had normal problems-school, bullies, trying (and failing) to keep a low profile. Then the sky split open, his school turned into a war zone, and ancient monsters started hunting him down. Now, he's stuck with five other demigods-each more unbearable than the last-on a quest that might just get them all killed.
She moves like a queen, talks like a judge, and glares like she's seconds away from declaring the rest of them unworthy. The other one considers violence a love language and sees every problem as something that can be tackled head-on-preferably with a weapon. Then there's the thief, who contributes nothing but sarcasm and an escape plan that usually involves running away. Another is too calm, too serious, and way too convinced that trusting anyone is a mistake. And finally, there's the golden one-irritatingly good at everything and still foolish enough to believe they can win.
They don't trust each other. They don't even like each other.
But the Forgotten Gods don't care. They don't want worship. They want vengeance. And when gods go to war, mortals and demigods alike are nothing more than collateral damage.
If they don't fight back, the world won't just burn.
It will bow.